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Tough men are bred in hard times, Weak men are made in easy times. Learning from a loss, Makes strong men. We don’t have to like it. We just have to accept it. . Complacency is the enemy. To be the best, one must continue to grow. When you reach the peak, aim for the…
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Ten thousand hours are foretold, The perfection point a sight to behold. When at once a skill can be sold, And at last once can relax with their gold. . It feels so out of reach, When I’d rather just lie on the beach. Long sick of hearing to the speech. I just want to…
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Trapped within a grey walled hellscape, I feel a man reduced, more of an ape. My eyes locked to the clock, Watching as if I’m a hawk. Fully prepared to make my escape.
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Snowcapped peaks rise high, the precipice of Heaven Rainbows paint the path.
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Raindrops keep falling on my head, Should be curled up inside instead. Who needs a shower, When this superpower, Cleans me all up in the end.
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A stalker in the day yet absent at night. A black being shaded from light. Greets me at the door, Ready to explore. . A being born in the recess of darkness, Glued to my feet, as if a carcass. We travel as peers, Brothers bonded by fears. . The night brings reprieve, A time…
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Feet pound on pavement, Sweat builds on brow’s Mental resilience is tested, All for the sake of a few pounds. . The rush of addrenaline, Of a post runner’s high. Fuels planning for tommorow, As our dreams sail high. . Daybreak is dark and stormy, Whilst our beds are worm and cozy. Where it’s easier…
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Monday to Friday a slave, Nine to give a corporate drone, Piles of bills like cascading wave. All a man’s got left is his home. . A lull life of grey hue, Long days and monotonous queues. A means to an end, With a garden to tend. . Long days reach their climax, With once…
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Curved cocoa river,Nature’s gentle, winding flow,Weeping Earth’s embrace.
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